I’m Not The King Of My Life…

Photo by Piotr Makowski

…instead, I’m the Slave.

The old, prideful me would scoff at this idea. “I am the King of my own Life, the Master of my Domain. I am in control of my own destiny, nobody else is.”

Oh, the hubris!

The castle’s crumbled and you’re left with just a name. Where’s your crown, King Nothing?

Metallica, “King Nothing”

I have always thought that somewhere inside my mind is a sovereign being, dictating my thoughts, emotions and perceptions according to my will; this sovereign being directly and completely under my control.

A foolish thought. The best I could ever do is not to control my inhibitions, only to pause them.